IN THE CONCERT HALL
I had to play a marvelous Chopin.
Yes, surely, and I knew I couldn't.
Everything here was 'Samuel Butler
this, Samuel Butler that.' And who
the hell was that? Even the bellhops
were mouthing Butler - and that's
when you know it's all gone too far:
'Life is like playing a violin solo in
public and learning the instrument
as one goes on.' Don't tell anyone,
but there's a drunken riot in the
concert hall, and nobody at all
is minding the music. Play on,
my friend, play on.
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